My Greek Cousins

My Greek Cousins
Taverna cousin, adopted by Aunt Vivian for one evening.

When Dad goes back to Greece, he sends me photos of other orange cats and says they are my cousins. I have never met any of them. In any case, I cannot associate with peasants.

A black and white cat sits on a pickup truck while a ginger cat stands beside its big tyres.
A ginger cat with an open mouth stands on a cracked stone floor against a pale blue wall.
An orange tabby cat sits on a gravel surface near trees and stone posts in Greece.

Cousins from my island.

Last summer Dad went back to my island with friends and Aunt Vivian (the crazy cat lady who sniffs our fur). At a taverna they found yet another cousin, and he went straight for Aunt Vivian's lap. Clearly a family trait.

A person wearing a blue cat mask holds a ginger cat's face.
An orange tabby cat sits on a whitewashed ledge overlooking a dark street at night.

I can smell him through the photo.

A grey and white tabby kitten looks up at a hand reaching towards its head on a city street.
An orange tabby rests on a wooden ledge with a small house and bowls nearby.

More distant relatives.